This story was told to me by my work colleague. Following her words.

I was born in a small town near the Lithuanian-Belarus border. My mother has a younger sister and her son is my cousin Paul. Paul and I have a three month difference. All the time I lived in my little homeland I was compared to Pasha and always the comparison was not in my favor. My aunt didn’t miss the opportunity to inject me and constantly compared us. "Look at Pasha as the year ended, look at how he performed in the competitions, look at what his friends athletes are cool, etc." The most surprising thing I have studied is better than Pasha and in some subjects is noticeably better. I had a dream of studying abroad after school. I found a university in Scotland in Glasgow, told my mother, my mother shared the news with her sister and Pasha also wanted to study abroad. After school we tried to enter, we smiled luck and we both did. The first semester I was paid, then I received a grant for training. I studied IT, and Pasha had something to do with the restaurant business. After a year of study, Pasha said that it was not his and fled to the vast parts of Europe. I graduated from university, then found a job in Lincoln, Ireland, and worked there before the Covid pandemic began.

After the start of the pandemic, she negotiated with the boss and decided to work remotely and returned to her hometown, to her small cozy Lithuanian town, the benefit of the internet is now almost everywhere. Returning home, the first thing to do was to bypass her homeland, classmates and just close people. And here it turns out that the younger generation just has some kind of Pashka cult. Aunt calls everyone look at my and shows a photo in Pashkin’s Instagram, there Pashka rides on a cool car, here Pashka with some old shit presses hands, here Pashka on a yacht and so on. One evening, guests came to my mom and my aunt also stopped, after drinking hot drinks, my aunt broke and examples of how to live began, "but here is my Pasha..."

I quietly open the Instagram profile of Pasha's boss and his husband in one person and tell the guests:



"Look, here Pasha with her husband on the beach by the sea, and here Pasha works as a waitress in her husband's cafe, but here at the wedding they both congratulate two young athletes. But here is this photo of Pasha at the parade in Amsterdam, and so on.

The silence in the room was such that it was heard as water flowed through the central heating pipes. Aunt woke up and said:

"Pasha, go find a normal man, not that you are a lonely dordana.

The curtain.